Random Poetry: Night Ghost

The clock

flashes 12:00

and I know

it’s really 3:47 am.

The night did not wake me.

A sound

I picked out from other sounds of

the walls, the wind, the cars moving by

echoes in my head as if

on repeat.

I consider fear,

but roll over

and wait for the morning.

It was only my coat

Sliding from my bed as I kicked it.